September 9, 2016 (Fault Lines) — In this depressing time of wars, rumors of wars, presidential elections and insufferable celebrity temper tantrums, please take a moment to read the tale of the clowns infesting Greenville, S.C., and one brave police chief’s decision to take a stand against the darkness.
And if that weren’t bad enough:
Much ado about nothing? Not quite. Because just ten days later, the epidemic had spread 180 miles north, to Winston-Salem, N.C.
Given that we share a border with SC, I hope they continue their northerly migration; Virginia might be next…and then onto D.C.
Happy Friday, Wheelizens!
Coffee?
There must be an easier way to kill crabs. And good morning GN!
Hai, Sven!
You make a fair point, but these are so darned prosaic:
Link: Clown panic in the Carolinas!!1!
And if that weren’t bad enough:
Given that we share a border with SC, I hope they continue their northerly migration; Virginia might be next…and then onto D.C.
Happy Friday, Gerbil Nation!
Good morning, Fatwa, and Sven!
“Don’t bother, they’re here.”
I seem to remember something about fuel oil and a rag.
Yes. Bilge’s all purpose remedy.
Hiya, Paddy and Mac!
Paddy --
I *snorfled*; +1 Sondheim.
Mac --
Heh. Didn’t teh Admiral also spec tire irons? 👿